christmas is in your face.

Christmas this year was perfect...

except for me getting stuck in my driveway. yeah. some neighbors drove by, but that's about as far as they got concerning helping me. way cute. but matt and his pa came to my rescue. and after about a good half hour, i was a free woman.

just in case anyone was worried about what i got for christmas here's a small list i've compiled.

-Rob and Big Season 3
-Jenjamin's Jammies (no just regular jammies)
-Corn Cob Pipe. (to chew on while i think. not for smoking.)
-sweet moccasins
-wood ring (hoe-made)
-money
-money
-money
-lotion
-money
-MAMMA MIA! (wow yeah i actually like a musical --ONLY ONE. so shut up)
-got my hair did.
-massage pad
-socks
-scripture case
-various gift cards
-pot (no like a cooking pot duh)
-money
-body wash (apparently, i need it)
-money
-and a pending gift from Candis. so we'll see how that pans out.


The day after christmas, i made the decision to venture down to Manti.

...

It's cool. It was fine. Caught myself a major case of nostalgia.
Here's a little feel for what happened down there:

Day 1: Got my hair did. Played Cards with Holly. Watched Mamma Mia.

Day 2: Went to Richfield. went to dinner with Rachie Poo, Hannie, and Kel. Then played wii.

Day 3: Played Cards. Watched a lot of TV. drove to gunnisac. remembered why i hated it there. went back to holly's layed around for awhile longer

Day 4: Got up, went home.

speaking of my travel home. when i was driving out of Ephraim, there was a huge truck infront of me (going way too slow mind you) filled with horse shiz. or some kind of shiz. it doesn't matter. it's shiz nonetheless. anyway, it was UNCOVERED. shiz seems like something that should definitely stay covered. but that's the kind of unsafe enviroment i grew up in.

At any rate. I'm home now. and I'm at work. with more than enough work to keep me busy. but i'm not thrilled about being here.

Jenjamin. My Jammie Girl.

TEN REASONS WHY JENALEE IS MY BFF.

10) She Loves David. He's so Sexy.

9) biffany.

8) she lent me her brother for awhile. good.

7) she doesn't care if i'm vulgar. and say penis too much. she likes it. she likes to say penis.

6) she has good cloths and hair.

5) Some days, she doesnt shower.

4) Her dad is so cool and he doesnt even try.

3) She farts in my pube cube and then walks away, expecting me to survive the gas out.

2) SHE BUYS ME TRIPLE POWER PUSH POPS

1) SHE IS SO STANK.

balls kid.

Dear Married Men.

If you check me out while you're with your wife and kid one more time, you're going to get a swift kick RIGHT IN THE PENIS! I am not interested, you're not really interested, there's no reason to even look. Yes, I'm gorgeous. But that's no concern of yours.

If you were single, I wouldn't want what you have to offer anyway.

This is mostly targeted at Mexican men, that is not racist, so shut up. And while we're on that, you Mexican men, even if you AREN'T married, I'm not a dog or a piece of meat. Don't hang out of your window and whistle, holler, or make monkey noises, you're really not helping anyone or anything out, especially what's left of your dignity.

It might look like that while I'm walking down the street I want you to blow kisses and scream sexual innuendos at me, I regret to inform you, I do not.

Scratch that, I don't regret it.

Also, I know the whole cliche about how women want what they can't have, which probably somewhere in your brain amidst the dubri of superbowl scores and images of strippers, you think that single women think married men are sexy, or some ludricous thing like that. Well kid, we do not.

I'm sorry if you feel like your efforts are wasted, or were offended because you were in fact, "just looking" But that ring on your finger is just not doing it for me.

Married men, you're married. If you can't control yourself, don't leave the house.

Thank you for your cooperation,
Me.

me. in a giant effing nutshell.

i figured, no blog is complete without the standard about me post right? but what do i know about blogs ? absolutely nothing. i'm making this up as i go. i really could go on some elaborate unecessary tangent about me and my likes and dislikes, my wants and needs, my current skin tone and how it's really not up to par for me. and who knows? maybe i will. but i figured if i could find a picture of me that could really sum me up, that would be fantastic, seeing as how "they" say a picture is worth a thousand words. and i was fortunate enough to do just that.

and what else really could be said? i love alligators, and i'm just here to party. but you knew it all along didn't you?

THIS IS IT.

I am blogging now.